"I simply know what I know. There's nothing more to it than that, my dear."


Back when Eo's 'clan' was only comprised of her, a tundra, his gurgling infant, and a gravely injured conman, a certain Ridgeback slipped onto the scene. Slick as tar, she slid herself into the small group. Nowadays, despite her seniority both in age and membership, she keeps to the shadows, observing but rarely speaking.
She prefers to communicate with other dragons in soft chuckles and irritatingly knowing smirks rather than words. Jade keeps her secrets and truths shut tight away between her sharp-toothed smile, and most dragons in Eo's clan are convinced she enjoys annoying others with her prolongued silences and evasive mannerisms. If nothing else, she is a good listener, taking in everything but offering little words in return.

Like her mate and son, Galileo and Ptolemy, she came to the Lightweaver's domain primarily for research and worship, though her interests are wrapped in the shadows of the Hewn City...